The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter, Ryan O'Leary Read Free Book Online Page A

enjoy this. The big rough biker was a fool for babies and head over heels for Sami. She’d recently gotten a clean bill of health and he hoped to God she continued to do well. He knew his friend lived with the constant dread her brain tumor would return.
    The honking of a horn brought him back to the here and now. A yellow cab was behind him, anxious for the traffic to thin out. Oh well, he understood the poor guy’s frustration. Uber was putting the cab companies out of business. Nothing was permanent. Nothing lasted forever…and that was why he chose to live as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
    Because caring hurt like hell when the one you cared about left you behind.
    Ahead of him, he could see the capital building. A smile came to his face. Who would’ve ever thought he’d have a friend who was Governor? His childhood friend, Kyle Chancellor, the Thunderbird, their platoon leader in Afghanistan, sat comfortably in the Governor’s mansion and was married to the love of his life. They were doing well, raising their handsome little boy, but there had been a time when it looked like Kyle would lose it all. Micah had been right there beside Kyle when he’d searched for Hannah, finally finding her and baby Paulo. Life was a fragile thing, and Micah understood better than most how easily happiness can slip through your fingers.
    As he turned on Colorado, he pulled into the drive and was met by a valet. “The Governor is expecting you, Mr. Wolfe.”
    “Sure thing. Be careful with the car, it’s my baby,” Micah warned the young man.
    “Yes, sir. You can count on it.”
    Micah smirked, knowing his Dodge would be parked in a spot that routinely housed Bentley’s, limousines and foreign sports cars. Hell, he could afford to drive something more expensive. He wasn’t poor, he made an ungodly amount off of his writing. The point was–he didn’t want to. Micah took a great deal of satisfaction in doing something other than what people expected of him. He loved his friends–hell, he’d die for his friends–but he was his own man and he took pride in being a rebel.
    A butler opened the door before he could knock. “Thank you, Jeeves.”
    “This way, sir.”
    Micah walked behind him, mirroring the butler’s stilted stride. His name wasn’t Jeeves, it was John, but the older gentleman seemed to enjoy Micah’s teasing.
    At the end of the hall, Kyle stood, hands on his hips, shaking his head. “Get in here, Arthur. You’re such an idiot, Wolfe.”
    Micah shook his friend’s hand. “Hey, I love that movie, but I’m much better looking than Dudley Moore.”
    “Taller too.” Jet interjected. “Although, I don’t think you’re nearly as suave.”
    “What the hell would you know about ‘suave’, Foster?” He slapped the giant MMA fighter on the shoulder. “How’s Sami?”
    “She’s good. A little morning sickness. I can’t tell you how scared I was when she started throwing up. All I could think was cancer. When I found out she was pregnant, I got down on my knees and thanked the high heavens.”
    Wow. He’d never heard Jet make such a long speech. The man was obviously excited about being a father and loved his wife very much. “I’m thrilled for you. Any more treasure hunting trips on the horizon?”
    “Maybe. I was contacted by someone in the Columbian government to help verify the location of the San Jose . They have a dispute with an American salvage company. I’m not sure what will come from it, but I would love to see the ship up close and personal.”
    “And get a piece of the pie.” Saxon rubbed his hands together. “If you let us invest in the venture, of course.”
    “Hey, we’re a team.” Jet waved his hand in dismissal. “If this works out, even our small slice of the pie will be substantial. The ship was carrying rubies and emeralds to France to help fund their war effort when it was sunk by a British warship in 1708. This is a grave site as well as a treasure